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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
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idk, #21
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The network post had been a flurry of motion- the fluttering of a jacket and impatient fists. It must have been an unintentional post because no one had been addressed. The audio had been no more than grunted no's, animalistic growling, and the occasional wet squelch. The feed had ended in a weak wheeze that sounded suspiciously like a death rattle.
The streets were always eerily pristine with Hypatia's robots mobilized around the clock to keep them that way. The aesthetics made the crumpled body lying on the sidewalk look even more out of place than it would have been surrounded by filthy clutter.
Jorge knelt down and rolled Jack onto his back, fingers pressed to his neck gently in search of a pulse. There was very little blood despite his throat being torn wide open. The wound itself was violent, hinting at multiple bites and- from the scant amount of spattered blood that had soaked into the woven cotton- the struggle that he'd witnessed on the network.
Jorge sighed heavily and rested a hand over his eyes for a moment. Jack was a sweet kid. Naive, gullible, thick as a brick at times, but sweet. Seeing him like this...
"Hey Jorge," Jack knelt next to him, peering down at his own lifeless body. He shot a sheepish smile Jorge's way. "Looks like I died. Huh. Well... that's..." his tongue edged out of his mouth as he slipped a hand in the corpse's pocket. Playing nonchalance, most likely.
Jorge just sighed. He couldn't really fault the kid for retrieving his own things, but the experience with which he did it implied that he wasn't unused to looting the deceased.
"What did I tell you about..."
He rather thought the lecture was a good one.